Alone

Once again, this is another poem I wrote while in my depression rut. But I wrote it towards the end so I was getting better and feeling better too, though you probably can't tell with the way I wrote the poem. But oh well, enjoy. Also the pic has nothing to do with the poem. I just thought it was pretty

I sit in the dark, Trying to light a spark

I feel lost and alone Looking for a home Yet no one seems to care And there's no place for me there

So I cry alone at night Wishing with all my might That I'll make my voice heard Even if only for a word I'll try and say, 'Can you see This is me.'

I walk through the cold Not needing to be told That I should go home But they don't care I'm alone They don't care to ask why Because they don't see the tears I cry

When I cry alone in bed Sometimes I wish I were dead I don't think anyone would care Then they learned I'd never be there But then I think that someday I'll escape and get away

Then one night I'll say, 'That's it, I'm going away.' And ever though I'm leaving there No one really seemed to care

But even thought I walk alone I don't miss my home I feel finally free And have a chance to be me In new and different places With new and different faces

So bid me fare well I'm braking out of this shell.

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